I am but a farce a satire of stability
Insecurity is an uphill [bad word] it's me versus the world

The shore still starves
For another
Novel of my shipwrecked being tied up dried alive still breathing
The sands of time for me [bad word] out

my hands shake in apprehension
Of every action I'm guilty of playing the victim

The shore still starves
For another
Novel of my shipwrecked being tied up dried alive still breathing
The sands of time for me [bad word] out

Just like the embracive arms that made you
They'll surely destroy you
Just like the embracive arms that made you
They'll surely destroy you

It's time for your panic
Then it kills and makes you manic
Making its way indside - relax, it's alright
Making its way indside - relax, it's alright
Panic grips your frantic breathing
I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe!

Just like the embracive arms that made you
They'll surely destroy you
Just like the embracive arms that made you
They'll surely destroy you...